Chapter 43 You're Not Worthy Of It Yet, Sweetheart

Elena’s Point Of View I couldn’t breathe. Or maybe I was breathing too much, too fast… ragged gasps that rattled in my throat as Jaxx’s fingers plunged inside me again and again, relentless, merciless. Every drag of his knuckles, every curl of his wrist tore another broken sound from me, a whimper that had no pride left in it. My body thrashed, hips arching into his palm like I was begging for it, like I didn’t have any say in it anymore. “No,” I choked, my voice raw, trembling. “Stop…” But I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. My nails scraped at his shirt, clutching him like a lifeline, though what I wanted wasn’t what he was giving me. The burn in my core, the clawing hunger, it wasn’t satisfied by his hand. My body screamed for something else, something thicker, harder, deeper. The thought alone made my face burn with shame. God, no. I couldn’t want that. Not from him. “Bambina,” he rasped against my ear, as if he could hear the war inside me. “Your body doesn’t know how to lie, does it?